In Time's Communal Flow

What you see and I see and we all see, my dear

In spite of our differences, is time disappear

This strange sky-river that runs through our skin

Designs the shorelines where days end and begin

Caught in its common tide of hold-and-let-go

We’re drawn together in time’s communal flow

…and we should afford nothing in this dust-to-dust span

But to love one another in every way that we can

© Janet Martin

After reading Ann's post I am haunted by the tearful words 'we just want to go home'...'

The mother’s chin trembles — and Ahmed whispers their heartbeat: “We just want to go home.”

And some dam in him lets go, crushed — and the man openly weeps.'

 A Holy Experience